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[You killed Jiraiya] [You are more evil] [Your template is developed to 77%] Ritsu retracted his sword and went back to the Rain Base. As fo
[You killed Jiraiya]
[You are more evil]
[Your template is developed to 77%]
Ritsu retracted his sword and went back to the Rain Base. As for Jiraiya's body, someone would deal with it. It might be used by Sasori to make a puppet, or it might be abandoned.
Twenty minutes after Ritsu left…
"Well…"
Jiraiya, who was already completely cold, suddenly moved his fingers. Then he opened his somewhat unfocused eyes, and his life force recovered a little.
"Natural energy… has it delayed my death…"
Jiraiya gave a weak, bitter smile. Earlier, when he was preparing to enter Sage Mode, he had inhaled a small amount of natural energy. So, even after his heart was broken, he could still force himself to live for half an hour. However, this was only temporary, and he would still die of a broken heart after a while. Natural energy could delay death, but it couldn't bring the dead back to life.
"Summoning Technique…"
Jiraiya used all his strength to form a seal, an ordinary summoning technique, which drained all the remaining chakra in his body.
Bang.
A small cloud of white smoke exploded, and a palm-sized, white-haired old toad appeared in front of him. It was one of the sages of Mount Myōboku, Fukasaku.
"Little Jiraiya, what's going on?!"
When Fukasaku saw Jiraiya like this, he was stunned. He could tell that Jiraiya was only one step away from death.
"Come on, there's no time to explain too much. I, I have to pass on the final information to the village… cough cough."
Jiraiya spat out a few mouthfuls of thick blood. His heart was ruptured, and his internal organs were carbonized. His body had turned into a paste.
"…I understand."
Fukasaku nodded, took off his shirt, and showed his back to Jiraiya, who used his chakra to carve many secret codes on his back.
"First, you must bring the information back to Konoha…"
After saying this, Jiraiya closed his eyes, and the natural energy condensed in his body disappeared. This time, he was really dead.
"Little Jiraiya…"
Fukasaku's eyes were sore, and he almost cried. He and Jiraiya had known each other for decades. Although they were of different species, he treated Jiraiya like a child, but now he watched Jiraiya die in front of him.
"Go with peace of mind. I will help you complete the final task."
Fukasaku put on his clothes again, took one last deep look at Jiraiya's body, and left in a certain direction.
Ritsu had returned to the base building. In the lobby on the first floor, the other members were not there. Only Pain and Konan were waiting here anxiously.
"You're back. How's the situation?"
Seeing Ritsu come in, Konan immediately stepped forward to ask. She might not care about other enemies, but Jiraiya still held some status in her heart.
"Already killed."
Ritsu sat down on the sofa and drank some water. He answered calmly, with no expression on his face.
"Killed? Looks like you're not hurt… That's great…"
Konan was in a complicated mood. Although she had parted ways with Jiraiya a long time ago, he was still her mentor after all, and she still felt guilty.
Pain's expression changed slightly. Like Konan, he had once been Jiraiya's disciple. If Jiraiya hadn't saved them, they would have died in the chaotic Land of Rain when they were young. Jiraiya was someone they were grateful to.
"Where is Jiraiya's body? I'll go get it."
Konan sighed and prepared to bury Jiraiya properly. This was her last way of making up for him.
"Near the Hidden Rain Cemetery."
"Okay, thank you."
Konan nodded and then went out with Pain to look for Jiraiya's body. If they went too late, the body would probably be taken away by Sasori and made into a human puppet.
Five days later.
Konoha Village.
Naruto Uzumaki sat alone on a bench in the park, in a daze. He had been practicing intensely with the help of Kakashi these days. He had just found an excuse to run out and take a breath.
"Sakura-chan…"
Naruto looked at the sky dejectedly. Now he was the only one left out of the three members of Team 7. He often felt lonely and sometimes even dreamed of Haruno Sakura.
"Naruto-kun…"
A weak voice came from behind him. Hinata Hyuga stood timidly behind him, her two little hands nervously tugging at the corners of her clothes, her face flushed.
"It's Hinata."
Naruto greeted her indifferently.
"Naruto-kun, I have heard everything. Please, please accept my condolences."
Hinata bowed her head slightly, with a hint of heartache in her eyes.
"Condolences?"
Naruto didn't quite understand. It had been two months since Haruno Sakura died. Why was she offering condolences at this time?
"Well, I think you must be very sad about the murder of Jiraiya-sama. After all, he was once your—"
"Who did you say was killed?"
Before she could finish speaking, Naruto stood up suddenly and looked at Hinata with an unprecedented ferocious expression.
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